Transcript of the incredibly porny Sam/Dildo fic conversation
It's a transcript of a conversation we had one day. Of a dream m31andy had. And well, it's rude not to share. Enjoy.
Fi:
Well, having both Sam Tyler and Dot Cotton in your bed last night would ensure that you had a busy night. I've heard Dot can be very demanding.
(What *was* Sam doing? And was he any good?)
Andy:
Dot Cotton wasn't in my bed - she was attempting to breach my room... Hence the defence of the crochet cotton (General Paton's last stand...)
Sam was pretty much lying back and taking it. We'd obviously been hard at it before the dream started and he was asleep and I sort of... took advantage. And then took advantage again.
(Later on there was more sex, but with no-one you know.)
Fi:
I wasn't aware that we'd decided to offer a full-size, anatomically correct, fully functioning version of My Little Rent Boy. Definitely got possibilities in the market, though. I'm impressed he can sleep on the job, though.
You should have just thrown Sam at Dot, then she'd have been too distracted to make a bid for your yarn, which is clearly more important.
Andy:
Well, the dildo finally woke him up (I've only just remembered that bit- I thought it was explicit before !) he's rather a loud moaner...
He vanished when Dot appeared. Which was bloody annoying of him.
Fi:
So basically he's a meerkat, is that what you're saying?
Did he look pretty while you were playing? I'm having a very nice mental image here.
Andy:
*giggle* - most probably.
Gods, he looked pretty - head thrown back, so his collarbones stood proud. Medallion glinting on one of them. I marked him on the other side to match. He's also pretty flexible.
(The only disturbing thing about it was that the dream took place in my childhood bedroom - not my current one!)
(Glad I'm giving you a nice mental image here!)
Fi:
That vein bulging on his face, all flushed?
Of course, I can imagine it a whole lot better now that I've had an opportunity to at least partially inspect the goods at close range.
That's a *nice* body he's got and he definitely takes care of it...
Andy:
*nods*, although his face was mostly in shadow - the scene was moonlit. The light caught his knuckles though, white as he scrunched the sheets tight.
Rather on the slight side - more so than I'd noticed on TV. But yes, he definitely takes care of that body...
Fi:
Was your, urm, equipment the first time he'd encountered that sort of thing?
Andy:
Very good question. I'm not entirely sure. He was certainly tight, but he was mostly unsurprised by it all. It was definitely the first time he'd been f*cked by a woman though.
Fi:
Do you prep, or just ease it in v. slowly?
Andy:
I prepped. The fact that it's a toy and not an extension of me made me mindful of the fact I wasn't quite sure what was going on at the other end.
(Plus I *like* prepping...)
Fi:
And, um, at what point did he wake up?
Andy:
When I slid the toy in. (Or at least that's when he opened his eyes. Other bits had woken up long before that...)
Fi:
Ooooh, I bet *that* was pretty. Did he say anything? (See, you can write smut.)
Andy:
"Christ", "Gnnnnerrr" and "More!".
That's about it, really. Not a great conversationalist really...
(I'm not writing smut, I'm telling you exactly what happened in my dream. It was a good dream. I was most upset when Dot turned up!)
Fi:
Well, your subconscious is clearly writing it and you're translating. And it's *hot*.
Was he on his back or his side?
Andy:
(sorry, just had to get some lunch - time for the next ibuprofen installment!)
Yeah. It was rather... Hot.
He was on his side to start with, back towards me, head to the wall and window, but I shifted him onto his back when I started getting deeper with the prep.
Fi:
Legs splayed, pulled up on either side?
*fans self*
Andy:
That's right. Although the window ledge is about six inches above the bed and is also a convenient place to rest a heel for a while.
Fi:
Guh.
Unless of course, he dislodged the watching meerkats...
Andy:
No watching meerkats. Thankfully.
It gave him a bit more leverage to push down.
Fi:
Did he beg, or did he just get stroppy and start giving orders?
Andy:
No orders, wasn't quite 'begging', if barely articulated mutterings don't count. "Please" and "More" were about the only things that came through clearly. Lots of body-begging though.
Fi:
Ooooh... details, please!
Andy:
Well, when he was still asleep I was just stroking up and down his back and sides with the flat of my hand and lightly with my nails. But as I drifted down to his arse his started pushing it into my hand. While still asleep. Little shifts, but obvious ones, you know?
I was very grateful that the lube was under the bed! I didn't have to move that far.
Fi:
And what happened when you started rubbing?
Andy:
It was just quiet movements, nothing too obvious. Sort of thing that you could get away with calling "twitching in your sleep".
Except of course, certain parts of his anatomy were a little bit more active.
Fi:
In other words, his body was trying to pretend it didn't know what you were doing to it?
*G*
This is a v. explicit dream - lucky cow.
Andy:
(Right, back to it - sorry for the delay)
Not really. His body was all for it. The poor love was obviously tired. (Unfortunately I've no idea what had happened prior to this. Except that I was obviously in a generous and giving mood. Which probably gives us some idea...)
I can definitely testify to Sam not waking up until I'd rolled him over on to his back - he started snoring for a second to start with!
(I know it's explicit! The weird thing is, although it was very pleasant at the time and I was most narked to get kicked out of the dream, I wasn't *that* turned on by it at the time. Mildly, but I didn't wake up ragingly horny!)
Fi:
Good god. *guh*
So he basically woke up when you slid it in? I bet the expression on his face was priceless. No "what are you doing" or did he just cut straight to enjoying it?
Andy:
Actually, thinking about it now, he just opened his eyes wide and smiled slightly as I slid it in (before cursing a little). Which probably means that he woke at some point before that.
*thinks*
Ah, that makes sense. I got the third finger in once he was on his back (which was a little awkward) and, well, it was there just in front of me so I went down on him at the same time. Which explains why I didn't notice him wake up properly.
Fi:
Bloody hell. a) I'm surprised he didn't come on the spot, and b) I hope he was suitably grateful later.
Andy:
Well, it obviously hadn't been so long since his last org*sm, plus I was being very slow and fairly gentle. More teasing and torturous than actually trying to achieve something.
It was more that *I* was having my fun (in an intellectual way) than making sure he did. Ish. I mean the reactions were intellectually stimulating (and gave me a good idea of what to do and what not to do) so obviously Sam's pleasure was required, but it wasn't necessarily the goal.
Does that make sense?
I hope so too (and I *so* want the sequel now, dammit. Dot Cotton has a *lot* to answer for that I didn't get the return match or, for that matter, the final score of that match!)
Fi:
Oh yes, I know that state of mind. So you were just gently sliding your toy - twisting it at all?
Andy:
Ah, good. It's really hard to describe to someone who doesn't.
Yeah. Just sliding it in and out, really gently, fairly slow. Twisting slightly - his face would go slightly slack at that and he would huff slightly. Now that was rather a hot noise.
Fi:
I think I need a cold shower.
Personally, I'd have sat back and just worked with the toy and watched the physical reaction...
Andy:
*rather chuffed at that*
And am so happy I am paying you back for the times you've done the same to me!
Well, by the time it got to that point, with Sam's foot upon the sill so he could bear down on the toy slightly more, hands tangled in the sheets, that's pretty much what I was doing- just sitting there, watching him and moving the toy gently to and fro.
He was sweating quite a lot by this point...
Fi:
Did he want to touch himself or was he okay leaving it all to you?
Andy:
He wanted to, but seemed to understand without me telling him that I didn't want him to. Hence the wrapping his hands in the sheets, I presume - to ensure that he didn't.
Fi:
And *did* you touch him apart from with the toy, after the first bit?
Andy:
Well, occasional strokes across his collarbone and neck, and down his thigh. But that was it really.
Fi:
And how long did it take him?
Andy:
Take him to do what, exactly?
Fi:
Come, of course. Did you get wrist ache first?
Andy:
Well, no. I didn't get wrist-ache mostly because I was being slow and gentle. I've no idea. It felt like hours, but also like no time at all. I found the angle where I could brush his prostate quite nicely (provoking quite a reaction) and started building up the number of times I hit it in succession before easing off. And continuing that for what seems like forever.
Sam then started sort of keening at the back of his throat so I kept the same angle up a few more times, with shorter, faster strokes. Then I leant over and told him to come.
Fi:
And he was a good boy and did as he was told? How did he look?
Andy:
Oh yes. He did. He was very flushed. From his forehead right down to his c*ck. Especially across his chest. His forehead was creased, his mouth slightly twisted almost like he was in pain, his eyes were slitted, but tightly closed as he came, screwing himself once more onto the toy and then jerking his hips high off the bed.
Fi:
Wow.
Andy:
(Actually, technically, that bit didn't happen in the dream, Dot interrupted me just before we could get to that bit, but I didn't want to leave you hanging...)
Fi:
And see? You got your smut buttton back! I was beginning to wonder if I'd have to extract it using pliers. So pleased I didn't.
Fi:
Well, having both Sam Tyler and Dot Cotton in your bed last night would ensure that you had a busy night. I've heard Dot can be very demanding.
(What *was* Sam doing? And was he any good?)
Andy:
Dot Cotton wasn't in my bed - she was attempting to breach my room... Hence the defence of the crochet cotton (General Paton's last stand...)
Sam was pretty much lying back and taking it. We'd obviously been hard at it before the dream started and he was asleep and I sort of... took advantage. And then took advantage again.
(Later on there was more sex, but with no-one you know.)
Fi:
I wasn't aware that we'd decided to offer a full-size, anatomically correct, fully functioning version of My Little Rent Boy. Definitely got possibilities in the market, though. I'm impressed he can sleep on the job, though.
You should have just thrown Sam at Dot, then she'd have been too distracted to make a bid for your yarn, which is clearly more important.
Andy:
Well, the dildo finally woke him up (I've only just remembered that bit- I thought it was explicit before !) he's rather a loud moaner...
He vanished when Dot appeared. Which was bloody annoying of him.
Fi:
So basically he's a meerkat, is that what you're saying?
Did he look pretty while you were playing? I'm having a very nice mental image here.
Andy:
*giggle* - most probably.
Gods, he looked pretty - head thrown back, so his collarbones stood proud. Medallion glinting on one of them. I marked him on the other side to match. He's also pretty flexible.
(The only disturbing thing about it was that the dream took place in my childhood bedroom - not my current one!)
(Glad I'm giving you a nice mental image here!)
Fi:
That vein bulging on his face, all flushed?
Of course, I can imagine it a whole lot better now that I've had an opportunity to at least partially inspect the goods at close range.
That's a *nice* body he's got and he definitely takes care of it...
Andy:
*nods*, although his face was mostly in shadow - the scene was moonlit. The light caught his knuckles though, white as he scrunched the sheets tight.
Rather on the slight side - more so than I'd noticed on TV. But yes, he definitely takes care of that body...
Fi:
Was your, urm, equipment the first time he'd encountered that sort of thing?
Andy:
Very good question. I'm not entirely sure. He was certainly tight, but he was mostly unsurprised by it all. It was definitely the first time he'd been f*cked by a woman though.
Fi:
Do you prep, or just ease it in v. slowly?
Andy:
I prepped. The fact that it's a toy and not an extension of me made me mindful of the fact I wasn't quite sure what was going on at the other end.
(Plus I *like* prepping...)
Fi:
And, um, at what point did he wake up?
Andy:
When I slid the toy in. (Or at least that's when he opened his eyes. Other bits had woken up long before that...)
Fi:
Ooooh, I bet *that* was pretty. Did he say anything? (See, you can write smut.)
Andy:
"Christ", "Gnnnnerrr" and "More!".
That's about it, really. Not a great conversationalist really...
(I'm not writing smut, I'm telling you exactly what happened in my dream. It was a good dream. I was most upset when Dot turned up!)
Fi:
Well, your subconscious is clearly writing it and you're translating. And it's *hot*.
Was he on his back or his side?
Andy:
(sorry, just had to get some lunch - time for the next ibuprofen installment!)
Yeah. It was rather... Hot.
He was on his side to start with, back towards me, head to the wall and window, but I shifted him onto his back when I started getting deeper with the prep.
Fi:
Legs splayed, pulled up on either side?
*fans self*
Andy:
That's right. Although the window ledge is about six inches above the bed and is also a convenient place to rest a heel for a while.
Fi:
Guh.
Unless of course, he dislodged the watching meerkats...
Andy:
No watching meerkats. Thankfully.
It gave him a bit more leverage to push down.
Fi:
Did he beg, or did he just get stroppy and start giving orders?
Andy:
No orders, wasn't quite 'begging', if barely articulated mutterings don't count. "Please" and "More" were about the only things that came through clearly. Lots of body-begging though.
Fi:
Ooooh... details, please!
Andy:
Well, when he was still asleep I was just stroking up and down his back and sides with the flat of my hand and lightly with my nails. But as I drifted down to his arse his started pushing it into my hand. While still asleep. Little shifts, but obvious ones, you know?
I was very grateful that the lube was under the bed! I didn't have to move that far.
Fi:
And what happened when you started rubbing?
Andy:
It was just quiet movements, nothing too obvious. Sort of thing that you could get away with calling "twitching in your sleep".
Except of course, certain parts of his anatomy were a little bit more active.
Fi:
In other words, his body was trying to pretend it didn't know what you were doing to it?
*G*
This is a v. explicit dream - lucky cow.
Andy:
(Right, back to it - sorry for the delay)
Not really. His body was all for it. The poor love was obviously tired. (Unfortunately I've no idea what had happened prior to this. Except that I was obviously in a generous and giving mood. Which probably gives us some idea...)
I can definitely testify to Sam not waking up until I'd rolled him over on to his back - he started snoring for a second to start with!
(I know it's explicit! The weird thing is, although it was very pleasant at the time and I was most narked to get kicked out of the dream, I wasn't *that* turned on by it at the time. Mildly, but I didn't wake up ragingly horny!)
Fi:
Good god. *guh*
So he basically woke up when you slid it in? I bet the expression on his face was priceless. No "what are you doing" or did he just cut straight to enjoying it?
Andy:
Actually, thinking about it now, he just opened his eyes wide and smiled slightly as I slid it in (before cursing a little). Which probably means that he woke at some point before that.
*thinks*
Ah, that makes sense. I got the third finger in once he was on his back (which was a little awkward) and, well, it was there just in front of me so I went down on him at the same time. Which explains why I didn't notice him wake up properly.
Fi:
Bloody hell. a) I'm surprised he didn't come on the spot, and b) I hope he was suitably grateful later.
Andy:
Well, it obviously hadn't been so long since his last org*sm, plus I was being very slow and fairly gentle. More teasing and torturous than actually trying to achieve something.
It was more that *I* was having my fun (in an intellectual way) than making sure he did. Ish. I mean the reactions were intellectually stimulating (and gave me a good idea of what to do and what not to do) so obviously Sam's pleasure was required, but it wasn't necessarily the goal.
Does that make sense?
I hope so too (and I *so* want the sequel now, dammit. Dot Cotton has a *lot* to answer for that I didn't get the return match or, for that matter, the final score of that match!)
Fi:
Oh yes, I know that state of mind. So you were just gently sliding your toy - twisting it at all?
Andy:
Ah, good. It's really hard to describe to someone who doesn't.
Yeah. Just sliding it in and out, really gently, fairly slow. Twisting slightly - his face would go slightly slack at that and he would huff slightly. Now that was rather a hot noise.
Fi:
I think I need a cold shower.
Personally, I'd have sat back and just worked with the toy and watched the physical reaction...
Andy:
*rather chuffed at that*
And am so happy I am paying you back for the times you've done the same to me!
Well, by the time it got to that point, with Sam's foot upon the sill so he could bear down on the toy slightly more, hands tangled in the sheets, that's pretty much what I was doing- just sitting there, watching him and moving the toy gently to and fro.
He was sweating quite a lot by this point...
Fi:
Did he want to touch himself or was he okay leaving it all to you?
Andy:
He wanted to, but seemed to understand without me telling him that I didn't want him to. Hence the wrapping his hands in the sheets, I presume - to ensure that he didn't.
Fi:
And *did* you touch him apart from with the toy, after the first bit?
Andy:
Well, occasional strokes across his collarbone and neck, and down his thigh. But that was it really.
Fi:
And how long did it take him?
Andy:
Take him to do what, exactly?
Fi:
Come, of course. Did you get wrist ache first?
Andy:
Well, no. I didn't get wrist-ache mostly because I was being slow and gentle. I've no idea. It felt like hours, but also like no time at all. I found the angle where I could brush his prostate quite nicely (provoking quite a reaction) and started building up the number of times I hit it in succession before easing off. And continuing that for what seems like forever.
Sam then started sort of keening at the back of his throat so I kept the same angle up a few more times, with shorter, faster strokes. Then I leant over and told him to come.
Fi:
And he was a good boy and did as he was told? How did he look?
Andy:
Oh yes. He did. He was very flushed. From his forehead right down to his c*ck. Especially across his chest. His forehead was creased, his mouth slightly twisted almost like he was in pain, his eyes were slitted, but tightly closed as he came, screwing himself once more onto the toy and then jerking his hips high off the bed.
Fi:
Wow.
Andy:
(Actually, technically, that bit didn't happen in the dream, Dot interrupted me just before we could get to that bit, but I didn't want to leave you hanging...)
Fi:
And see? You got your smut buttton back! I was beginning to wonder if I'd have to extract it using pliers. So pleased I didn't.